GROWING OLD IS NOT FOR WHIMPS.

Through our worker-day life with its struggles and strife,
We look forward to a time of retirement and bliss;
When we lay down the yoke, and have time for a joke,
With family and friends as work we dismiss.
I looked forward to the date, thought it would be great,
But believe me, this getting old, it sure aint for whimps.

Just to get out of bed, well that’s something I dread;
The joints are all knotted and don’t want to work.
There’s pain in my back and my hip’s taking flak.
As I stumble to the bathroom a chore I can’t shirk
It’s nothing I ate, it’s my dodgy prostrate.
Believe me, this getting old, it sure aint for whimps.

So to the doctor I go, for a check-up although,
I think there’s no cure when you’re just worn out.
The blood pressure’s up, the libido is down,
And the blood tests show I may have some gout.
There’re referrals and pills that lead to more bills.
Believe me, this getting old, it sure aint for whimps.

As the Doc checks me over, she raises my fervor.
And I fancy my chances with a feisty rampage,
But she smashes my ardor, with professional candor
“You must take it easy when you get to your age.”
“You need more to snooze and stay off the booze.
Believe me, this getting old, it sure aint for whimps.

As I’ve grown older, I’ve become even bolder
And with all the good sorts I do flirt.
Till my wife caught me eyeing, said she’d assist with my dying
If I didn’t stop being a pervert.
So there’s no more stray sex, I just lie down with a Bex.
Believe me, this getting old, it sure aint for whimps.

Now I shout at the Tele and get really angry,
At left-wing commies and their greeny cabal.
I’ve thoughts to express and I just wish to stress,
With age cometh wisdom and I’ll say what I shall
But the Kids roll their eyes in a look that belies,
They think I am past it, just an old bloke who limps.
Believe me, this getting old, it sure aint for whimps.

But as I look at old codgers, the battlers and dodgers
I see pride in their bearing and a glint in their eye.
When the anthem starts to beat, their first on their feet.
Proud of their country, and a rock solid ally.
While their hearing is shot and the eyesight gone to pot
Believe me, us old codgers are far from being whimps.

Pikey

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